Fears

Paris, The last day of Summer 2020 France

With uncertainty, the man looked at the Avenue. His eyes observed the traffic lights positioned on top of a post above the pedestrian crossing. He frowned when the lights turned red. His dirty, worn coat was a dull black. His pants probably came from another suit and had a washed out look to them. His long white hair formed on either side of an uneven line that made his face even more angular. Anyone who saw his dark and empty eyes would notice he was not in a normal condition. His eyes were still riveted on the Avenue.

On the other side of the Avenue, the greengrocer had left the pavement outside his display case, his stalls of apples, oranges, and bananas. The whole case was mixed with trays of avocados, onions, potatoes and salad and attracted the attention of those passing by.